I am the figment of the human mind called time tick…tick…tick. Always moving and never allowed to stop; the one that can’t afford to look back but only forward. Though my life plays out in milliseconds, details are over-analyzed like second nature, and lives become my investment. Pain, laughter, and despair, paired with destruction, cycles, and monuments. My world is of wisdom and responsibility, but these events pass by, keeping me the bystander. The longing to freeze is overshadowed by the obligation to keep moving, keep working, and keep going, going, going, becoming expendable to those who use me. Acknowledgement of my existence is desired – but it can’t be this way. Bound to routine, one lapse in focus and what has amounted to the present becomes meaningless in an instant. Relied upon by many people, I am spread thin to the point of fracture, fragmentation, breaking. Just as the batteries in a clock, there is a plateau to my abilities. I must move along to the rotation of the earth, and move along to the tune of a tick … tick … tick.
Mindlessly Meticulous: Becoming accustomed to the minuscule details, to the point of making over-analyzing a part of one’s second nature.
This statement sums me up in a nutshell. Hello! My name is Aaron, I am a student, a helper, and a person that is always moving on to the next thing that needs to be accomplished (hence, the metaphor about time). I am a hardcore bookworm, love walking out and about in nature, and am instinctively a deep thinker. I often believe that I possess an old soul, based on my maturity within society, but I fully embrace that aspect of my personality.
The meaning behind the naming of the blog is because many perceive me as someone who seems like the perfect, stereotypical Asian. Because of that, I become so overwhelmed by my own expectations, I push myself over the edge of sanity by doing things to the extreme. By having my whole day in my agenda filled to capacity with red, green, blue, and black ink, and having over 30 alarms set on my phone, many people only see me as composed externally, but am exploding from stress internally. So I choose to keep a straight face when I am with others, and only let my mask fall when I am alone. My emotions are easily read on my face, but not many choose to take a closer look as they are occupied with their own tasks.
In this blog, I will be posting some of my written works about some topics from my own perspective, interpretation, and experiences. From topics ranging from stress and school, to my views on the current events that are affecting our society, I am inspired to write when it comes to me. I am looking forward to post my perspective of the world around me, and I know that this will be an outlet for my soul and creativity.
Rahman, Monoar. “Clock.” Pexels, www.pexels.com/u/monoar-rahman-22660/.
Clock gif. giphy.com/gifs/clock-tick-tock-IZcjxKQNbOOly.